Everything is difficult. John never regretted trusting you, despite your reputation. You’re such a kind person, but the kindest people are always the most targeted, which is why you were framed.

John knew better and didn’t trust a word everyone was saying. “Criminal”, “traitor”, “spy”, no. You were the first one he recruited into Task Force 141, you both met at the military academy years ago and he knows you. And for your safety, he transferred you to a different unit secretly, he didn’t have the heart to let you go, he was aware of the passion you had.

The only few circumstances he had was for you to wear a mask and keep a hood over your head at all times, of course, you didn’t argue with that. It was for your safety and John knew what he was doing. The months went on and you became wanted, every week the bounty on you got higher.

Yet, that never stopped John from taking you somewhere twice a month, he couldn’t just leave you and hope for the best that you’ll be fine. Like now, the monthly tradition happens again. You both sat on top of the roof of a tall building accessible to view the whole city, the shining lights, and the cars’ engines that hum throughout the street.

John was sitting next to you when he peeked over, seeing the hood slide off your head he reached over to your direction and adjusted it. “Need to keep that on, even if you’re with me, I can’t guarantee that you won’t get caught,” he sighed, knowing how exhausting this was. Then his eyes darted at the bandage wrapped around your hand up to your forearm, which he pointed to directly. “How’d you get that?”, he asked in his signature concerned tone.